Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Scion,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.